Scary thing last night — I woke up choking, having aspirated bile, I guess. I have no clue why. I was dreaming that I was drowning, and that’s basically was aspiration is, right? It burned my lungs for so long, and I coughed myself into a dry heaving fit that went on forever. What the hell. I hadn’t been drinking anything, I worked late and came home exhausted, went straight to bed. I never sleep on my back, always my side, so I have no clue. I’m just noting it, I guess. It was horrid. People die that way, dang it. (Please don’t let it be that I had a seizure.) (Side note: on the 20th, I have half a day of testing on my brain. My PCP and Glazier want to see if they can see what’s going on. Fair enough!)
On happier news, today is the birthday of one my cutest litters. Getting updates all day of how they are now at three years old has been awesome. It figures that the only person from that litter who hasn’t kept in touch is my cousin. That’s my family for you! I hope she and Zo are doing well. I’m still really proud of myself for raising that litter all by myself. They were born at a tough personal time. Frank was in jail, I was alone in Missouri, working a really tough schedule cooking. But I did it, and they turned out great, and I kept us all together, just like I can do now. (end pep talk)
I make really great puppies. A big part is the breed, I know, but I’m also really good at raising dogs. Lots of people want me to make them one, and I am going to want more of my own, but first, I need some place of my own to live. There is no way to bring a male here unless I have a place of my own.
To that end, I jumped on a good deal on sheets of plywood from a salvage operation in really great shape, and borrowed the truck for tomorrow to go get them, and I have the cash for it, go me. (please work out, please work out)